C269 Idiot's Troubles and Stupid Advisors

Finally, it was Sunday. Tang Shaobo, who had nothing better to do, was lying on his desk, fighting to the death with his homework.

Today, his mother was not home because she was working overtime. The room was so quiet that one could hear the sound of a pen drawing a piece of paper.

Although homework was very difficult to give a headache, it was not bad to have such a person when it was quiet